The Cobweb
A poem about a spider that tries to trap some flies...
The Cobweb
Poem
A hungry spider made a web
Of thread so very fine,
A person's fingers could not feel
The slender little line.
Round-about, and round-about
And round-about it spun,
Straight across and back again
Until the web was done.
Oh, what a pretty shining web
It was, when it was done!
The little flies all came to see
It hanging in the sun.
Round-about, and round-about
And round-about they danced,
Across the web and back again
They darted and they glanced.
The hungry spider sat and watched
The happy little flies;
And he could see on every side,
He had so many eyes.
Round-about, and round-about,
And round-about they go,
Across the web and back again,
Now high they fly now low.
"I am hungry, very hungry,"
Said the spider to a fly.
"If you were caught within the web,
You very soon should die."
But round-about, and round-about,
And round-about once more,
Across the web and back again
They flitted as before.
For all the flies were much too wise
To venture near the spider;
They flapped their little wings and flew
In circles rather wider.
Round-about, and round-about,
And round-about went they,
Across the web and back again,
And then they flew away.
Thanks and Acknowledgements
This poem can be found in "Poems My Children Love Best of All" (1917), edited by Clifton Johnson.
